Finding Recipes

I didn’t have Grandmothers baking and handing down recipes. I didn’t grow up with baking and desserts. I didn’t even taste banana bread until I was married, had a couple kids and made one myself. I didn’t know how to cook when I got married. Luckily, a simple wedding gift of a cookbook, “The American home cookbook” to be exact, helped me to make edible food for my family.

homebound from the bakery

Walking uphill is worse than down, carrying a big package makes it much, much worse, leaning forward to move up the steep incline… well, it was just too much. I picked a bit from the very corner of the loaf. It was one of those normal squarish sandwich white loaves with crust brown corners. It was a long hard climb, and I was getting hungry and that little bit didn’t help much, so I tore off some more, keeping the hole small.

Hungarian White Bread

A tökéletes fehérkenyér / The perfect white bread How miraculously I managed to make perfect white bread after translating impossible HUngarian For the Sponge1 1/8 cup water1 3/4 cup bread flour4 tsp dry yeast1 tbs cooking oil (wesson light flavorless) Mixed the sponge in small bowl, and covered with plastic. It rose faster than I…

Laci! Gyere ide! (Laci! Come here!)

The bakery wasn’t that far away, just all the way down the hill and only a quarter of the way through town. I was quite mature now, (almost 6) so I was sent to fetch our loaf of bread. With this loaf of bread, my mother made my father’s work sandwiches, and when it got…

The Elusive Baguette

I loved that place, the smell of pizza and bread, the brothers yelling at each other and the voice of their mother yelling back from upstairs. I felt I was in another world. I would walk in and linger, just soaking up the atmosphere, regardless to say my bread run took pretty much the whole morning.